The thing about Hexen's ideas is that they're best done on impulse, before one can think on how crazy or dangerous they really are. But this time it's a competition, and they have a few days to prepare. Preparation, in this case, means finding girly clothing that fits. Most of the gypsy women tend towards looser clothing that can be cinched up as needed, with only certain girls opting for the tight and revealing - namely the dancers of the Radovah family. Luckily, the nomads rarely throw anything away - fabric can always be reused - and Sabine Reisender can fit into most of her teenaged clothing still, if not all of it. So Alptraum knows where to find her stash.
"Oy, I kinna even manage to imagine 'er in alla dis!" Alptraum declares as he ruffles through ... what looks like some frilly underwear; probably looted from some gallesian household back when. "Dey don' cover anyt'ting at all!" The corset gets an eye too, particularly modifications so wings fit.
There's a plain looking wooden box tucked into the slide-out with the corset as well.
"Eh?" Alptraum wonders, looks about quickly, then tries to peek into the wooden box.
There are two black.. things in it. They look a bit like furry slugs, so it takes a moment before Alptraum realizes they're fake breasts - probably from Sabine's more adventurous youth. Young Eeee girls tend to need all the help they can get after all.
Alptraum snerks! "Well, dese could be useful," he commends as be pokes at them to see if they feel like the real things.
They don't feel like Scabitha's did, but they are smaller and firmer. At least they shouldn't move too much.
Of course that means he has to dins some sort of a bra. Or use the corset. Then find a dress. Then do something with hair. Then jewelry. Then possibly even makeup. Gah, being a girl is hard. But, he does set them aside; if he's going to gamble, he's going to win.
Given the sort of clothing that Hexen's mom wears, the bat is probably going up against a vixen outfit meant to turn heads - if Hexen can pull it off. For all that he studies girls, he never seems to actually learn anything. The real question then becomes: should Alptraum seek out help with his disguise?
Alptraum also has to feel down between his legs, and realize he has to, er, wear some tight wrapping down there so he doesn't show anything. And blah, how is he going to dress, act, walk, talk? He doesn't really know how to be a girl! And who could he trust with such things?
"Meh, gonna ask Lulu about dis crud," Alptraum claims as he collects up as much as he can to have options. "Mebbe she'll 'elp me win in exchange fer somethin."
Since the troupe hasn't reached the campsite for the next town yet, things are still in a state of 'easy to take down' so they can move one. This affects many things, but laundry is the most noticeable. Clotheslines are hung between wagons themselves instead of on the usual posts, and the Radovah camp has the largest web of lines, since it consists of several wagons (there's no way Nineve could fit her entire brood of nine daughters into a single wagon - not if she ever wants to have more daughters at least). The wagons are segregated by age, with this few oldest girls (the dancers) sharing one while the younger ones have to fit into the third wagon, since they take up less room.
Among the younger set, Lulu is the oldest, and thus stuck with the most work. She manages the laundry, watches over the younger kittens, and has to help out the older girls prepare for performances. So while they are off doing dance practice, Lulu is doing laundry with a wooden tub and washboard while the younger girls are attending lessons from Nineve.
"Ey, Lulululululululululuuuuu," Alptraum trills as he saunters towards the young feline, sack over his shoulder. He's grinning widely too, the kind of grin that shouts he wants something, and it's probably something adults wouldn't approve of. "Gots some time t' help out someone amazin?"
"Depends," the preteen replies, using the visit as an excuse to stop scrubbing for a moment. "Are dey in de sack?"
"Such a kidder!" Alptraum laughs, "I mean me, of course. I gots a bet goin' with ol black fuzzlebutt and I know he plays dirty, so I gonna too. Innerested?"
"Dunno.. wha's de bet?" the girl asks, her ears perking a bit. There are rumors that Katka has a bounty out on Hexen's tail.
"Well, in de next town, see, we gonna play dressup and see who can get the most townies t' flirt wit' on of us! But de catch is, we gotta dress up like girls," Alptraum explains. "An yannow what kinna mother he has, she prolly help him out, even. See, so I need ta get some 'elp here too..."
Lulu stares at Alptraum with her head slightly to one side. "So.. you aren't a girl dat jes wears trousers? You gots all dat long shiny white hair!"
Alptraum looks at Lulu funny. "Course I no a girl! What, y'all think I am?!" the Eeee asks, suddenly feeling insulted.
"So yer not the fox's girlfriend?" Lulu asks with a kittenish grin. "Ah, I only teasin'! I know yer a guy from when you and Hexen ran naked through de camp chased by.. was it a horse lady?"
Alptraum sniffs, loudly. "No, I not a girl, or a girlfriend. Though, I sure I coul be an amazing girl iffin I tried," Alptraum claims. "And yeah, it was. Now, ya in on dis wager?"
"So.. who's gonna keep the tally?" Lulu asks instead of agreeing. "T' keep you.. er.. the fox.. from cheatin'?"
"Hadn' decided yet," Alptraum claims instead of admitting they both forgot about that.
"An' what's de prize fer the winner?" the girl prompts next, crossing her still damp forearms across her chest. "Can't be a wager w'out a prize."
"Well, de loser hasta do whatever it is de winner wants fer a week," Alptraum claims. "Plus sing dere praises to everyone dey meet!"
"Can either of you sing?" Lulu asks. "Cuz might not want de loser singing 'bout you if dey's lousy. But.. if I help ya win, what do I get? And what do I get jes for helping you at all?" Lulu knows her mother's lessons well: always try to get paid twice for the same job.
"Whatcha lookin' for?" Alptraum counters, knowing better than to be the first person to say anything; lest they would have taken a lesser payment. "In both cases, hmmm?"
"I wanna ride around de camp on Borg de Big's back," Lulu says, speaking of Hexen's Rhian father. "If ye win, o' course. For givin' you me amazing help.. uh.." Here the girl seems at a loss as she stares into the bucket of suds and clothes. "Oh.. you gotta wash the clothes for me. I don't like doing my sisters' frillies. Older girls smell funny."
"Dey do?" Alptraum asks. He wasn't rightly aware of this! "Vell, I kin see what I kin do about ol' Borg, but I can help wit' de laundry." So, he sets down his sack and plops his butt down on the ground next to the tub to help. He does know how to do laundry; it's a chore every one in the camp has to do.
Lulu takes the reprieve to dry off her hands and flex her fingers, making the claws slide in and out. "Dey have too many outfits," she complains. "So.. you need to look girly," she says, looking Alptraum up and down. "Eeee are skinny so.. no a real problem. You gotta move right though." She squats down to get a good look at Alptraum's face too. "And need t' change up yer cheeks and jaw a bit. You no' delicate, but drunk guys jes' need to see lips or butts or boobs t' be convinced."
Alptraum pushes the sack of stuff he 'borrowed' over to Lulu. "Any of dis help?" he asks as he goes into washing the laundry. Though ... he does try to sneak a sniff of some of the frillies to see if they do smell different. But, washing clothes is the primary gocus, and he knows how to get some lather on the clothing, then use the washboard to rub them and get off any dirt, but carefully so nothing is damaged. Clothing is hard to replace, after all.
There's definitely a feline musk to some of them. Lulu looks through the sack. "Ooo, a corset.. you can't fly in dis you know, but it give you de look o' having hips anna chest. Good skirt. You wan' reds. Guys are stupid for red onna girl. You gon' let 'em touch yer butt?"
"Prolly lettem touch," Alptraum admits, then hmms. "Shoul' I rub dis scent on some of the clothes?"
"If'n you want," Lulu says. "Ow's it make you feel when you get a sniff? And gotta watch wi' de butt grabbin.. the fox has more plump than you do."
"Never been sniffed, so dunno?" Alptraum admits ... then takes the corset and rubs some of that feline scent on it, mostly around the lower region, before tossing it back into the sack. Then those frillies get washed now. "So, yer sayin' no butt-grabbin?'
"Jes dat you probably don' wan' compete w' Hexen on getting pinched," Lulu says, and looks through the rest of the sack. "He's got more to pinch, and big tail to draw de eye dere. You got wings.. uh.. you gonna try and get Eeee guys t' flirt with you?" She looks at Alptraum again, as if measuring him.
"Mebbe? No sure dey would find me as cute? De goal is to get as many as we can, I suppose," Alptraum admits.
"Hmm, may not fool 'nother Eeee," Lulu notes. "But try Khatta. Dey always worked up from de dance show. Korv too, an Lapi. Korv jes' need to think yer female, probably ignore de details y'know? Lapi is timid, but like girls that are.. too thin, or too thick, or too not-out-of-their-league like. Townies all think gypsy girls are easy, so that'll help. Eeee guys like the 'xotic types. They flock to Hexen, 'cuz they all think they irresistible and stuff. So.. ever been led on by Katka?"
Alptraum laughs. "No, not really," Alptraum admits. "I know she don' like me like dat, no matter how much I migh' like 'er, yannow. But, someday!" he adds and shakes a fist to the sky. Theb back to the laundry he goes. sploosh
"Ah, she lead you on den, you jes' didn't realize," Lulu says, then turns and does a little walk. It looks wrong at her age, but the sway of the tail and hips is certainly like her older sister's. "No one walk like dis unless they teasin'," she claims. "So, you gotta walk like dis too."
Alptraum's ears splay. "I dunno if I can," Alptraum admits. He sets the laundry aside and gets up. Then he tries to walk 'like that'. But, he has no tail to swish.
"Dat no work," Lulu says, and then tries a different walk. This one is more about placing one leg in front of the other in a scissor-like motion, which doesn't swish things as much.
Alptraum hmms. He tries that one next; at least he doesn't have to reply on a tail with the scissor-walk. "I feel silly," he admits.
"Jes 'magine yer walking a tightrope on de ground," Lulu says. "Dat walk work better fer you. Eeee all high-up centers 'cuz o' wings. But ye could try sitting on a stool instead. You gotta sit right too, wi' yer legs crossed one over t'other. Now look at me all.. smoky like."
Alptraum rolls his head around and looks at Lulu, eyes halfway-closed, the left side of his muzzle curled up in a slight smile, and a lock of his hair draping over the right side of his face, partially obscuring his right eye.
"Ooooo, dat pretty good," Lulu says. "Gotta have yer hair like that all de time, half-hidin' yer face. Make 'em focus on yer silver eye dat showin'. Tried on de corset yet?"
"Naw, it look painful," Alptraum admits. "Why?"
"O' course it painful," Lulu says and rolls her eyes. "But gotta see if'n it fits."
"Fine, ya gotta help, den," Alptraum insists as he pulls his own shirt off and tosses it aside. He then holds his arms and wings out.
The corset is luckily not the full-body sort (for women who don't want to be able to bend over). And since it's a wing-style corset, there's not much to back.. meaning it laces up in front. So Lulu wraps it around Alptraum and says, "Put her arms down to hold it so I kin lace it up."
Alptraum drops his arms and begins questioning this bet. And his life in general. Hopefully this isn't foreshadowing anything to come.
There's a disturbing amount of pulling and compressing, making it hard to take a full breath (so definitely no flying). But it does make him seem like he has something of a figure. "Ye need to stuff the front," Lulu claims as she starts lacing it up. The laces are red, while the corset itself is black.
"Look in de box in de bag," Alptraum suggests to Lulu. Again, he has a hard time imagining his mother trying to be all busty and suggestive. So, he tries not to think too much about it, the pain helps there. "Why in de world d' women were dis? Ow," he complains.
"Well, good fer armor," Lulu notes as she extracts the box and it's contents, which make her giggle. "Also, ye can hide knives n' stuff, and de front is like a pocket fer stashing yer cash." She places the two fluffy faux-boobs into the front of the corset, where they squish up against Alptraum's chest. Lulu fluffs out his chest fur a bit to cover up the seams, then steps back. "Hmmmm.." she ponders, finger to lips.
Alptraum looks down, then feels his faux-chest. "Dis is really weird," he admits. Now he's really wondering if he can back out of the bet; there's no way he's gonna beat Hexen.
Lulu rummages through the sack some more, and pulls out a pink knitted shawl. She drapes it over Alptraum's shoulders and fastens it over his chest. "Hiding your shoulders helps," she claims. "You shouldn't wear a shirt o'er did. Just a skirt and some petticoats."
"Wha about frillies under all dat to keep stuffs hidden?" Alptraum inquires as he now fiddles with the shawl a bit. It's funny how he feels so big now when he's trying to feel, well, dainty. "No workin' very well, issit?"
"Show cleavage, covers a lot," Lulu claims, and pulls out a scarf. This she actually tries to wrap around Alptraum's hips. "Some pins.. yeah, did give you hips and some butt unner de skirts. Jus' need some.. hmm. Yeah, frillies, over sometin' to tuck yer bits in."
"But willit be enough t' actually get flirts? Or moreso, beat fluffbutt?" Alptraum asks now, sounding worried. Also, marvelling at that the corset is making him look like he does have hips, and he has to feel those too, just over the scarf.
Lulu pats the front of Alptraum's pants, and notes, "Yer bigger, but ye got me helping out!" She looks thoughtful, and says, "I think dere's an old bit from when mom danced.. it's hard, made o' shell. Could pack you down, den put bloomers over it.."
"Why would yer mom wear a shell down dere?" Alptraum has to ask. "She has nuttin to hide!"
"It were for a special thingy she did," Lulu says. "Got a fancy drawin' on it. But should squish ye in a bit. Hexen'll wear billowy pants I bet. His mom has a lot of those. An you got hair. Just need a little braid o'er yer left temple, I think."
"All righ' guess dat will work. So, whadda I do if someone gets too feely wit me? Just sort of dance awat? Distract? Punch 'em?" Alptraum rattles off. "An why a braid?"
"I like braids," Lulu says. "You can put a ribbon in! An' it keep the hair out of that side o' yer face, so you don' need to flick or brush it away. Too feely? Uh.. oh, ye' start a fight betwixt that guy and another."
Alptraum barks a laugh. "Ah, git someone else jealous. Yah, dat woul' work," he agrees. "So, alla dis vill go on at de next town, so no need to dressup t'day. But sounds like dere be somewhat of a plan."
"I'll need t' do yer makeup," Lulu notes. "Just a bit. An fix yer crotch-plate. Oh.. you'll want sometin' for yer ears, to deflect tongues an' noses."
"Eh? Why is dat? Wha wrong wit mah ears?" Alptraum has to ask. "An what would deflect such?"
"Dangly bits," Lulu says. "Bead strings, clipped to the top edge. The girls wear 'em to dance. But.. they got smaller ears. So ye'll need to just watch yer ears. Noses, tongues, nibbles.. guys like ears cuz they're exposed and hard t' protect."
"I don see wht dat a problem to protect, tho, would dey give me away?" Alptraum has to ask and reaches up to feel along his ears. "An 'ow about mah voice?"
"Ye'll be squeakier wi' yer bits squished to hide 'em," Lulu suggests. "But.. mebbe you jes sound sultry. Dat's what girls what smoke too much sound like. Lower, like. Ye gonna try for drunker guys right? Where you gonna hunt? In camp or in town?"
"Oh prolly in town," Alptraum says, "Cuz guys be less on guard on dere home turf an feel braver about stuff. If dey here, less likely t' flirt. Haven ya noticed?" He also rubs at his throat a little and tries a few different tones, with the last one being enunciated with a soft-out-breath along with each word.
"Yeah.. but home turf is dere advantage, y'know," Lulu points out. "Got buddies.. but dat why we don' usually go into town 'cept in numbers. You pretty strong? I know Hexen is quick."
"Stron' enough, I t'ink. Y' tink I be in actual danger dere?" Alptraum asks, eft ear cocked a bit curiously. "Hmmm."
"Well.. we gypsies," Lulu points out with a frown. "To townies, we not people. Dey do what they like t' us if dey think they get away w' it, right?"
"Geh, yeah, true. Prolly gotta keep close t' camp den," Alptraum concedes, especially when he remembers he cannot fly in this stuff.
"We set up our own bar to get de' rubes," Lulu points out. "Dat bring de young stupid guys dat can't get drink in town 'cuz dere mommies won' let 'em. And de older guys lookin' fer young girls that can't tell dere wives about wha' happen. Borg run it, so nobody mess wi' 'im. It outside de camp tho.. so our young stupid guys don't go too."
"Y'mean me, eh?" Alptruam says and arches his brow questioningly. "I know you an yer sisters t'ink we idiot-losers."
"Nuttin' personal," Lulu says. "We think dat about all de young guys. But my older sisters also idiot-age now. I the only clear-headed one!"
"Vell, it also be dat I not really part of de tribe, just a stray picked up," Alptraum huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Hexen may be an idiot, but at least he care 'bout me and don look at me odd."
"We all strays," Lulu points out. "I know I got same mother as me sisters, but that's all I know. Not like we look any'ting alike. So, you got picked up. You parents chose you, eh? Not an accident."
"You 'ardly an accident, yannow. Yer mother chose t' sleep wit' someone," Alptraum counters. "An dey prolly felt sorry fer me. Some of de tribe still talk 'bout me behind my back. Don' t'ink I haven' heard being called a monster. Eeee gots good hearing." the bat then shrugs, adding, "Anyway, gotta see if I can beat Hexen at dis. I usually win, but eh, mebbe my luck be bad dis time."
"You don' need luck, you got Lulu!" the Khatta claims, and actually thumps her chest with one hand. "You just finish scrubbin' undies and leave the rest t' me!"
"It be a hard job, but someones gotta do it!" Alptraum claims and gets right back to cleaning the underwear. He doesn't admit this this is hardly torture for him, he gets to touch the underwear of the ones he lusts after, so, hey, he won one part of this already! As for the actual wager ... time will tell.
The 'bar' is little more than a tarp for a ceiling, a table for a bar and a few boxes and barrels for customers. The air is smoky, since it's not just moonshine the gypsies are peddling. The lighting is dim as a result, which plays in favor of the two boys trying to outdo one another in a very bizarre way.
Hexen is wearing a top made of layers of scarves, and is tight enough to securely hold whatever he's using to pad his chest out. He does have blousy pants, as predicted, along with a sarong-style hip skirt. To top it off is a wig. It's bright red, so who knows where he got it from. There are a few bells woven into his tail as well.
It's an interesting Contrast to Alptraum, who does not have a top, but instead a red-laced corset, giving her quite a curvy form for an Eeee; but those fake breasts are helping. A shawl helps narrow his shoulders, and his hair has been washes and brushed out so it's silky to the tough and hangs down, covering half of his face. The other half is free, thanks to a braid bundling up the hair on that side and tied off with a red ribbon. Her lower half is adorned in flowing skirts that stop at her knees. His ears are also decorated with criss-crossing chain-clips to protect her hears from prying noses, and some power has been used to subtly make his facial shape appear more softer, feminine. Even his lips have been adorned with a dark-blood-red lipstick coating, and his claws on hands and feet have been painted a pearlescent silvery-white. It makes Alptraum look quite the part of a femme-fatal, really ... and even if someome grabbed him between his legs, the guard-playing he wears makes things rather,
ah, smooth down there. Though he smiles slightly, one ear is twitching nervously.
It takes a few moments for Hexen to realize the tall girl is his partner-in-pranks. The 'vixen' brushes back her hair and sashays over with an exaggerated sway of the hips.. and the swishing tail going 'bing' with each arc. "Why hello there," Hexen says with a not very good purr and higher voice. Holding out a hand, he introduces himself, "I'm Hexine the Gypsy."
Alptraum holds out 'her' own hand, palm down and fingers slightly curled, showing off those painted claws. "Alamina, the Gypsy," Alptraum counters in that breathy voice she had been practicing earlier. Her head tilts 'just so', and the ends of her lips curl up in a smile. "A pleasure t' meet you," she adds and then shakes the offered hand lightly, with the barest of finger-touch. Then she curtsies, which allows his hair to flow and roll when she moves.
Hexine growls slightly at the display of realistic looking breasts (well, the tops of them anyway). "So, what are the ground rules?" she asks.
"No overt fondlin', No outin' de other as fake," Alamina notes quietly. "No bribin' wit' money. And no takin' anyone home unless you really mean it." That last one comes with a grin. "Any you wan' t' add?"
"Gotta be one at a time," Hexine adds. "No groups. And if dey buy you a drink, dat counts wether you drink it or not."
"An no buyin' yerself a drink and makin' it look like you did," Alamina counters. "Deal."
"I didn't bring no coin anyways," Hexine mutters. "No pockets.."
So far the crowd in the makeshift tavern is made of rather rough-looking men that are far more interested in getting drunk or high than noticing the two 'girls' - but those that do look their way have a really creepy vibe to them. The sun is still setting though, and the younger men are supposed to show up after dark.
Alamina mushes her cleavage together and winks. "I haf one," she adds and flutters her eyelashes. "Ta! May de best girl win!" She then scissor-walks around Hexine and into the makeshift bar. Her hips cock to the side and she rests the palm of her hand upon them a she considers the current 'meat'. "Eh, dey no winners!" she thinks.
These are men trying to escape whatever their lives are normally like - which isn't unusual, since small towns have very limited sources of entertainment, and much more - of discretion. Everyone knows everyone else's dirty laundry. But after a few of them wander off, Borg starts watering down the drinks for the nervous teenagers that begin to show up.
Alptraum saunters up to the bar and leans on it. She cocks her hips out and back, putting her rump on display as she leans a little over the bar. Her head is tilted and she looks back towards the way the younger men will come. It also does wonders to keep her face half-hidden.
The expressions on the faces that show up are familiar: fear, anticipation and a veneer of cockiness to try and hide the first two. A Rath'ani boy stares, only to look terrified when he actually makes eye-contact with the Eeee. "She's lookin' atcha," his Lapi companion whispers excitedly. Yet they both seem frozen by inaction. Until Hexine 'staggers' past and bumps hips against the raccoon, saying, "Oops.. excuse me! I'm a little tipsy.. tee hee." Yes, he actually says 'tee hee'.
Alamina rolls her eyes at this display and giggles herself to try and get their attention back. If she does, she will playfully waggle her fingers towards the pair, then will curl her finger in a 'come here' sort of way.
While the raccoon is suddenly dealing with Hexine, she manages to scare off the Lapi, who comes to the bar. It's easy to gauge his nervousness by how he holds his hands close to his chest. He does manage to sit next to Alamina though, and even try to smile at her.
"Hellooooo," Alamina coos at the lapi and flashes possibly a bit too fangy of a smile to him, but otherwise makes no overt move on him. She then offers her hand fingers curled, palm down, adding, "Alamina. What is de name of de fine gentleman dat graces me wit 'is presence?"
"Heh.. hehheh.." the rabbit giggles nervously, and finally says, "Vanny." He then winces a bit, as if embarrassed by the name.
Alamina reaches her hand up and runs the back of her fingers on his cheek. "Pleasure t' meetcha, Vanny," she says. "Buy me a drink?" she asks.
The buy squeaks at the cheek-stroke. "Oh uh... what do you want Alamina?" he asks, seeming to taste the name as he says it.
"Surprise me," Alamina says, well, rather she coos.
"Oh.. kay," the boy says, and tries to sit up a bit straighter. "Barkeep," he says to Borg, who towers over.. well, everyone. "I'd like two.. uh.. drinks, please." He likely has no idea what alcoholic drinks are called. This is still good enough for Borg, who puts two leather mugs on the table and mixing liquids into them - one of which is clearly lemonade.
"So ... what brings ya out tonight?" Alamina asks as she tries to keep eye contact with the lapi. "Watcha do in de town, mmmm?"
Vanny slides one of the mugs to Alamina once he's sure Borg is done pouring things into them. Then he nearly jumps when the girl actually talks to him. "Oh! Oh.. well.. I came to make sure my friend Jon doesn't.. get into.. trouble." He then tries to look around to find his friend, who is still trying to make sure Hexine doesn't fall off the crate she's perched on. But that sort of touch definitely doesn't count as flirting! "I shovel sh... I work in the stables," the Lapi says.
Alamina takes the mug, lifts and sniffs it, then takes a sip. "Oh, does yer friend get into troubles a lot?" she asks as she glances towards the other pair. She also finally sits on a bar stool and crosses her legs, one over the other like she was instructed. This is, of course, so she can light her foot slightly and rub his calf with it.
The Lapi squeaks again and takes a gulp of his drink, which causes him to cough. "N-no but.. he's not very good with.. uh.. women," Vanny confides in a lowered voice, with the insinuation that he is more experienced, all evidence to the contrary. "S-so.. what brings you here tonight?" he asks, trying to seem more confident.
"Oh, I jus like t' meet people," Alamina claims, then takes another sip and lowers her foot. "An haf fun."
"What.." Vanny starts to say, then tries to deepen his voice, "What do you do for fun?" He tries to hold his mug in one hand and lean his elbow on the table to look.. well, suave?
"Oh, dis and dat," Alamina claims vaguely. She picks up one of the stirring sticks used for the drinks and twirls it between her fingers deftly, performing 'finger art' with the dancing rod. When she stops, she licks over the stick and looks at Vanny. "You?" she asks.
"Wow you have a long tongue," the rabbit notes, looking momentarily hypnotized. After a few blinks, he replies, "Running, and carving, cheese flensing.. uh.." He pauses, licks his lips, and then boldly adds, "Breast massaging. For health. Very important. For health."
This makes Alamina laugh and tap the lapi right on his nose tip with the stick. "No gettin' de milk for free, as dey say," the quips. "And besides, I massage meself every day. I am /very/ healthy/," she adds, leaning forward so the lapi is looking /down/ her cleavage.
"You do?" the buck asks, licking his nose where the stir-stick tapped it, and then taking another gulp of hard lemonade before dragging his eyes downward. "H-how do you do it?" he asks in an apparent wheeze.
Alamina takes another sip from her drink, being careful about how much she drinks. She also casts another look towards the others. "Oh, honey, dat be a family secret. I can't just give dat away," she claims.
"There's a secret technique?" Vanny chirps. Hexine is not doing well with Jon, who seems for more concerned about her pretend-drunken-state than about flirting. Alamina can hear him suggesting tomato-juice with pepper to her.
Alamina runs a claw down the lapi's nose. "Oh, of course dere is," she claims, "And it be mindblowing, when done right. Don't you haf any secrets? Your friends seems to involve pepper..."
"Nobody has secrets in town," Vanny claims, letting the claw be an excuse to lean forward more.. possibly on a collision course. "Sure you don't want to.. show me the technique?" he whispers. "I won't spread it, honest!"
Alamina leans in too ... and kisses him right on his nosetip. "Not yet, I jus' met ya," she coos, then leans back, grinning fangily again. With him leaning in, he's probably getting a good look at those fangs.
This causes Vanny to very nearly fall off of his stool, and Alamina can hear his heart thump loudly in his chest. Once the boy recovers, he tries to laugh off nearly taking a nose-dive into bat cleavage. "So.. how well d'ya need to know me before.. describing the process?" he asks, trying to recover. He even actually managed to waggle one eyebrow.
"Oh ... after I bite you, mebbe," Alamina playfully threatens, then licks slowly over her fangs ... to test to see if she can be spooked by a 'vampire' suggestion. She needs to flirt with more, of course, and can't spend all her time with him!
"What?" the rabbit asks. Alamina doesn't look like the stereotypical vampire after all. "Is biting.. uh.. special?" he asks, betraying just a little bit of extra nervousness. "Do you like being bitten?"
"Oh, I usually de biter. I like .... hunting," Alamina tries next, ratcheting up the 'prey threat'. "Hunting gets de blood really flowing..."
"Oh.. what happens when your blood is really flowing?" Vanny asks, leaning forward again with interest. Maybe the mildly alcoholic drink is making him bolder.. or maybe he's wondering if being hunted is fun. He already likes running after all. And maybe cheese flensing is more dangerous and exciting than it sounds.
"My partner bleeds," Alamina says, and peers at him through slitted eyes. Man, what does it take to scare off a lapi!?
So of course the word Vanny focuses on is.. partner. "Can I kiss you?" he asks. "On the teeth? I mean lips?"
This makes Alamina blink. This wasn't covered in the rules! She doesn't quite know what to do. Will he pass out if she does? Will she like it? Soooo many questions. So, the Eeee takes a chance, "Sure, you may kiss me."
The Lapi puckers up, leans forward.. and is incredibly awkward about it, since he's clearly never kissed someone before.
Alamina rolls her eyes. So, she reaches over and cups a hand behind his neck and kisses back. Well, tries anyway based on what he's seen the dancers do with guys, anyway! She tries to keep it short, at least. Also feels really awkward now; actually kinda likes it.
Vanny doesn't press things for too long, because his ears suddenly shoot up and pan around, causing him to break the kiss almost too suddenly. "Uh-oh," he mutters. "Uh.. it's been really great meeting you Alamina!" the Lapi blurts out, chattering as fast as a Skeek, "But I gotta go! Sorry!"
Alamina blinks repeatedly. "What, what?" she squeaks in surprise as she sits up straight. Her ears flick and pan around too, wondering what spooked the lapi all of a sudden.
There's some noise coming from the camp, but that's not too unusual after the dance show has finished. The buck grabs his friend Jon's tail, even as Hexine gets her tail up in his face. "Mrrf?" the raccoon complains. "Fez's gang is on their way!" the rabbit hisses into Jon's ear, causing his eyes to look alarmed within their mask. "Sorry miss.. Vixene?" Jon says, and pats Hexine on the head. "Something's come up! Curfew! Sick aunt! You understand! Bye!" And with that the two boys don't exactly run back towards town, but they aren't strolling.
"Whu?" Hexine asks, looking confused. "What'd you do?" she asks Alamina.
Alamina looks at Hexine and sort of shrugs at her. "I didn't do anything. Something about Fez's gang is coming? Mebbe dat mean we should scoot too, eh?" she whispers.
"It's early yet.. and you got a drink outta yours!" Hexine complains. "A gang? They must be coming from watching de girls dance!" The faux-vixen gets a predatory glint in her eyes. "They'll be easy pickin'!"
"Or dangerous. Don' be daft, fluffbutt," Alamina chides the fox. "And I gots a drink cuz I make a better girl den you, dats all. Just admit it, ve call de bet, and ve scoot, eh?"
"No way, no wit you ahead!" Hexine says. "I jes got a dud dude. You got the bunny. Bunnies are easy." It's clear that the group approaching is made of older teens, from the sounds of their laughter and the nature of their jokes. There's an Eeee.. wearing a fez.. a portly Rath'ani, a rather tall black Kattha (possibly female, from the skirt) two Skreeks that could be brother-and-sister, and a surly looking Khatta girl bringing up the rear. "C'mon Beth, I bet you cou' do some of dem moves!" the Eeee teases the tall Kattha, and swivels his hips like one of the belly dancers.
Alamina flicks Hexine's nose. "Eh, I jus better. You stink at dis ... and loookattem, dey look like trouble," he notes as he glances towards those that approach. Another Eeee, great, that will be trouble. But ... they also have girls with them, so they're probably safe. May as well let Hexine implode and make a fool of himself, again!
"Yeah, move dem hips," Hexine calls to the Eeee, and even sticks her fingers in her mouth to whistle. This brings the mob towards them. "Who dis?" Fez asks, leaning down a bit to look at Hexine. "You a dance critic? What is you?"
Hexine stands tall (well.. being short helps with the female impersonation at least). "I Hexine the Vixen! How you not know what a fox is?" she replies.
Alamina lightly slaps Hexine's side. "She jus an idiot, pay 'er no mind, eh? the Eee quickly claims, then grabs the foxes arm. "C'mon, dey haf plenty of company already."
"Foxes is really exotic, like.. for'n.." the pudgy Rath'ani tells the bat. "Oooo.. a fox.." Fez says, feigning understanding.
"Not exotic company," Hexine counters, even if she can't break Alamina's grip.
"Hey, don' take 'er away, tall, dark and slinky," Fex calls out to Alamina, and the rat tries to get around to block them. "Yeah, yer gypsies.. you gotta entertain us!" the Skreek claims.
"Didnya jus come from the dance?" Alamina asks. "Surely ya already gots entertained, yah?" She also glances over her shoulder at the rat, and getting worried.
"Dat was just watchin' though!" the Skreek complains. "We dint get to dance!" The girl Skreek pokes her brother(?) in the side, claiming, "You can't dance anyway, Chuckles! Ye' keep trippin' o'er yer own tail!"
Alamina leans in and whispers to Hexine, "Ey, dis is dangerous. We no operatin from a position of power, deyre more o' dem den us. Are ay fergettin' basic survival?" She then flashes a smile to the teenagers, noting, "If we much od dancers, we be on de stage, yah? Now, iffin ya like card games and gamblin..."
"What sorta card games?" the tall Kattha asks, finally showing interest in things. The surly looking girl is looking at the bar.. but also seems intimidated by Borg.. who technically outnumbers everyone just by himself.
"Oh, all kinds. Such as pickin' the right chard from a set. Gamblin, dat sort of t'ing," Alamina says as she tilts her head just so and smiles. "But if not, mebbe dere other t'ings you like?"
"What 'bout magic card tricks?" the Skreek girl asks. "I know abou' the cup-and-balls trick," Fez claims. Chuckles scratches his cheek, and asks, "Strippin' games?"
"Drinkin' games," the raccoon mutters.
"Oh sure, magic card tricks too," Alamina claims; she is one of the sleight-of-hand experts of the tribe after all!
"I like those best!" the Skreek girl claims, stepping to Alamina. "I'm Luffy. Dat's me bro, Chuckles.." "Chuck" the brother claims. "Yeah, Chuckles," Luffy continues. "Me boy w' the belly be Bloke, tall kitty is Beth, short kitty is Scratch. Fez wearing goon is Fez."
"Alamina," Alamina answers, "And dis ditz is Hexine. I haf ta keep 'er out of trouble. Nice ta meetchas."
"Wha' kind o' trouble she get into?" Fez asks, learing a bit.
"The bes' kinds!" Hexine claims.
"De worst kinds," Alamina counters, then elbows Hexine.
"I like both dose answers!" Fez says.
"Card tricks ain't free," Hexine claims. "Watcher got fer cash or trade?"
"Eh, I be careful sayin' dat," Alamina warns Fez, "She so clumsy 'er lasy guy got whacked so hard inna sensitive parts he waddled and talked high-pitched fer a month."
"Hey, gotta give us a freebie first to see if i' worth more," the Skreek haggles back.
"Eh, dat fair," Alamina claims before Hexine gets them into more trouble. She produces a well-worn card-deck from, well, tucked deep in her cleavage. Always prepared!
"What else yer got in there?" Chuckles asks.
Luffy leans forward, so as not to miss anything.
"Dat be my secret, eh? Mebbe I keep de souls of all my victims in dere," Alamina says and taps Chuckle's nose with the card deck. Since she's close to the bar, she sets the deck down, face down, then gracefully arcs her hand over the top, spreading the cards out in a uniform circle on the surface. "See, jus' an ordinary card deck," she claims, leaving them face down so they can see none of the cards appear marked. With a lazy roll of her wrist, she deftly catches one card edge, then in a twirl, turns all the cards over, face side up now, so they can see the other side now.
Beth and Luffy make appreciative coos, while the guys watch to try and figure out how it's done - since anything that impresses girls must be worth knowing. Scratch sits further down, watching but still apparently hoping that someone will give her some booze.
Alamina waves and rolls both her hands. "Now, one of you pick any card, eh?" she requests, "An pull it out."
Hexine uses the distraction to look at the townies' pockets.. then realizes she doesn't have anyplace to stash stuff she manages to pickpocket!
Luffy reaches for one towards the middle.. but pauses. Maybe that's too obvious! So she tries one from the nearer the end. She hugs it to her chest protectively!
Another quick roll of her hand and Alamina flips the cards back over. She presses her palm to the back of one and slides it along, deftly drawing the cards back up into a single deck. This she then shuffles, first, a standard interlock, and it only gets more intricate from there, to the point she's splitting and separating chunks of cards between each finger and interlacing the deck back together, over and over, in a blur that looks like she ought to be tying her fingers in a knot. Once that is done, she sets the deck down on the counter, then turns away from Luffy. "Now, put yer card back in de deck, anywhere ya want," she says.
Whiskers held high, Luffy sticks her card in about a third of the way from the top of the deck.
"Done?" Alamina asks, and waits for the confirmation before she turns back around. She picks the deck back up and resumes the shuffling, this time tossing chunks of the deck in the air and catching them before the have time to separate. She finishes the shuffle by spreading the cards out in the air with one hand and then collecting them with the other in a smooth sweep. She then smiles, and splits the deck, holding out the card exposed! "Dis is it, right?" she pronounces proudly. No, actually, it is not.
Luffy gasps, but then squints at the card. "Err.. no, it wasn't dat one at all.." she says, sounding disappointed after all the razz-ma-tazz.
"Eh?" Alamina says and looks at the card. She huffs, and after a twirl of the cards, splits the deck and presents another card. "Den dis has t' be it!" she declares. No, no it isn't.
"Y.. no," Luffy says, sniffling. She really wanted this to work!
Now Alamina looks frustrated and she twirls the deck around with sharper, frustrated movements. Then, she stops and glares at Luffy. "Aw, come on, de trick only works if you actually put de card back," she accuses the skreek. The Eeee then deftly reaches over and slips two fingers down into the rat's cleavage. Her hand swiftly draws back and this time she's holding the exact card between two claws. "Stickin' it down yer shirt is cheatin'," she adds, grinning smugly.
"I nevah!" the Skreek says in alarm, then breaks out into a grin! "Hah! Dat was the trick all 'long! Hahaha!" She then cups her bosom and tries to look down her own cleavage without getting her nose stuck in the laces of her peasant-dress bodice.
"Whoa, boob-magic!" Bloke gasps.
Looking smug, Alamina sticks the card back into the deck and sets it on the bartop. She cooks a claw into it, then with a twirl, she somehow manages to get the cards to tilt and stand, and build up a small delicately balanced tower of playing cards. "All boobs are magic, how do ya t'ink we control yer minds so well," she quips to Bloke.
"More!" Luffy clamors. "But different! I gots.. uh.." she rummages in her apron pockets, and produces.. a cookie! "This! Oatmeal cookie w' sugar frostin'"
Alamina looks to Hexine, asking, "Whatcha say? More?"
"Well, for a whole cookie, I think she gets ta' make it harder for the next trick," Hexine says with a wink. "Luffy, you can take yer top off so Alamina can't hide cards in yer cleavage." She also holds her hand out for the cookie.
"I'll add in a Shekel if she can take all her clothes off!" Bloke offers. Fez just covers his mouth to avoid laughing, while Chuckles doesn't change his expression at all. Beth does smirk a bit though.
"Hah, no way you kin trick me den!" Luffy challenges Alamina. "What're you say? But if you can't pull of de trick, I get me cookie back!"
"Eh, I rather Fez take 'is pants off," Alamina claims, so that no one suspects they're not, well, girls. "But sure, no top," she concedes.
It takes some doing, since there are laces to get through. The top half of the dress has to be pulled down before she can get to the blouse, but Hexine is there to help her out (and even helpfully hold the blouse for her). This little show also earns a free drink, apparently, which Scratch nabs before Luffy even notices. Chest out, the Skreek says, "I ready for de next trick now!"
Alamina holds out her left arm, straight, then slides the card deck along it, spreading it out and somehow balancing all the cards across her arm "Pick a card, den," she requests. "And show it t' everyone, den hold onto it, 'kay?"
Sticking her tongue out in concentration, the rat picks a random card near the elbow and shows it to the people standing near her.
A sweep of her hand and she collects the cards back up and Alamina starts to juggle-sort them. She also hums to herself and even sways her hips a bit from side to side. "Gots a good grip on yer card, right?" she asks.
The rat uses all of her fingers, just to be certain.. there's not much visible of the pasteboard at that point.
A minute or more passes as she sort of dancing sort and shuffle goes on. She pirouettes and collects all the cards from the air in a swipe, then slams the base of the deck on the bartop. A single card soots upward, flutters, and lands face up on the surface. "I told ya to hold onto de card you picked," Alamina chides. The card laying on the bartop sure looks like the card she picked, it's the right number and design. And should the rat look, the card she's holding is now a completely different suit, number, and design.
"Wha.. no vay!" the Skreek claims, and shows everyone the card in her hand. "How you do zat?"
"Do wha?" Alamina asks innocently. "Ya just haf terrible grip is all."
"Sweaty palms," Fez claims, to some chuckling.
"Mebbe I keep it in m' mouth next," Luffy claims.
"Well, got anymore cookies?" Hexine asks, and the Skreek goes for her apron.. but she had to take that off to get the bodice down to get her shirt off. "Uh.. no?" she says.
Alamina giggles and covers her mouth 'just so', playing up the role. "So, more? What kin ya offer, hmm?" she asks, and even leers at Fez for a moment.
The bat holds onto his hat! "No me pants! I start w' shirt too, eh?"
"You coul' start wit de hat," Alamina challenges, "But I suppose yer shirt will do."
Hexine realizes Alamina may get ahead again so says, "Shirt and trousers. Gotta be equal to Luffy boobs!"
"I don't tink Fez can match them," Bloke claims.
"Wha?" the Eeee says, and pulls his raccoon friends ear. "I show you!" And the Eeee turns around and strips! Hexine is there to collect the clothes of course. When Fez turns around he doesn't try to cover up with his wings.. but he does hold his hat down lower to hide things. The tassel on the end sways back and forth.
Beth and Luffy giggle and try to make Fez loose his grip by tickling him.
Alamina is giggling too! "Righ, righ, another one. Hmmm," she muses and taps her chin, and glances towards the fez now and then. "Got one!" she declares and quick-shuffles the deck, then holds it out! "Right, one of you hold de deck dis time!" she declares.
Beth takes it this time, bouncing on her digitigrade toes.
"Now, hold it out and let me pick a card!" Alamina says.
The tall girl does so, holding it out in the palm of one hand.
Alamina reaches over and selects one card and holds it up for everyone to see. It's the Prince of Virtues. "Right, now, I'mma putting it back and gettin' another," she says, then does so and now presents that card, the Valiant of Fools. "Okee, now shuffle up de deck, and be sure to not mess with my card in me hand, got dat?" she insists.
"I can't change de card in yer hand," Beth insists, and then starts to mix up the deck by making lots of cuts, but can't manage anything fancier than that. "Done," she announces after about a dozen cut-and-sorts.
Alamina twirls the card in her hand, looking a bit bored, and even yawning. When 'done' comes, she stops twirling, then looks at the card in her hand and frowns. "I kinna do a trick if you mess with me card," the Eeee claims and shows the card she is holding, the Ace of Idiots. It is most definitely not the card she was holding a moment ago! Alamina then wiggles and makes a face ... then has to reach into her own cleavage and pulls out the Prince of Virtues. "Oh, an now you be stealin' my tricks, huh?!" she accuses Beth!
"Heeeeyyy.." the feline starts to say, but Bloke and Luffy just laugh. "Mebbe Alamina de one dat should be topless?" Bloke suggests, which makes Fez wince. "Eh, I ain't got a lot o' room here, don't be makin' suggestions like tha'" the bat complains.
Alamina collects her card deck back and shuffles her cards back in. "An ... on dat note, it prolly time Hexine and I be goin'," she says, all smiles.
Hexine whispers in Romani to Alamina, "We keepin' dere clothes right?"
Alamina bobs her head in a 'yes' gesture while remaining all smiles as she tries to back her way away from the gang.
"I guess no dance lessons," Beth says. "We should drink!" Scratch is already wobbling in her seat from just one watered-down drink.
"I go gets the special booze!" Hexine claims, and then runs off with the bundled clothes in her arms.
"She prolly drink it all!" Alamina claims and runs after Hexine! Before they figure out they've been had ... and lost some clothing!
At least Luffy can just tie her bodice back up.. but Fez is going to have a harder time! "Run faster!" Hexine urges Alamina. "An I shoul' get credit for making dat guy strip!"
"Yer lucky he didn't grab ya!" Alamina hisses at Hexine! "What were ya thinkin baiting a gang? You isolate and fleece, no' group and grab!"
"Bah.. I coulda gotten 'em all nekkid eventually.." the crazy fox claims, a pair of Eeee trousers flapping like a flag as Hexine runs back to the camp..
When Pierce wakes up, there's entirely too much purring going on. Lilitu is gone (and after getting that final piercing she probably wasn't feeling all that cuddly anyway) but during Pierce's 'nap' afterwards he finds that his space has been invaded - by the two daughters of the nameless Savanate wet-nurse that comes around every so often. Either she's elsewhere in the salon, or just dropped her girls off while she ran errands. The twins are cuddled to either side of Pierce, apparently napping as well.
Pierce blinks a few times, then purrs softly; this is a pleasant thing to wake up to! Far better than waking up to Sephia adding to his already heavily decorated body, at least. He licks the cheek of each one, then cuddles.
This causes mewing and yawning, and nipple bars being tweaked.
Pierce chirps in complaint of that. He also yawns, and has to wonder why they are there. It's not like he's ever gotten one of them pregnant; which disappoints him a little.
The twins start nipping at Pierce's neck and shoulders now, quite awake and feeling playful.
Pierce growls and counters their nipping with groping, feeling, licking and the occasional tickling of very sensitive areas! And nursing!
This involves the shedding of some clothing, but the girls don't mind! They're purring very loudly, and taking turns nuzzling and licking Pierce's face.. and crotch.
Soon enough Pierce makes sure his crotch is pressed to one of theirs, and part of him in one of them. The other one isn't neglected, though, as he makes sure his muzzle is buried in the other's crotch, and the licking is, well, quite internal.
There's a lot of chirping as a result, and it does pass the time nicely, even if it makes for a rather numb (split) tongue after awhile. But it's not like Pierce needs it for talking or anything! The girls seem determined to see who gets the last gasp from the poor cheetah though!
Pierce loses track of time, and how many times he finds the bliss of Inala with these two! And if he needed to talk, his tongue wouldn't be split in the first place, which more or less makes it only good as a sex toy now anyway! As for who gets the final gasp, he isn't even sure because he's exhausted and panting, and sprawled out all sticky and smelling of savanite sex and heat.
That doesn't keep the girls from trying to get more nursing, although explaining to their mother how they started giving milk could be tricky if Pierce really puts in the effort.
Pierce behaves and tries to placate the felines with more playful fondling. And a tongue bath ... for each one, even if his tongue is tired and nearly numb.
Eventually the girls get dressed again before their mother comes to collect them. They purr and rub their cheeks on her like kittens, and she wears an expression typical of mothers everywhere. Then she shoos them out front.. but stays behind to smile at Pierce and waggle her fingers in a simple 'hello there' gesture.
Pierce grins wryly and signs a simple, "Hello, beautiful." to her, then bows deeply. He's still quite nude, too.
"They woke you up?" she signs as she approaches. "You are cute when sleeping."
"It was pleasant to wake up to," Pierce signs and smiles. "And thank you for such a lovely compliment."
Two long steps and the momma-cat is right up against Pierce, giving his nose a lick.
Pierce slips his arms around her and caresses her backside. The nose lick garners a smile, then a tilt of his head as he moves to kiss her, one that involves split tongue, as well as lips.
At least the nose-lick moved his nose-ring up out of the way for the kiss! And the wet-nurse isn't a bad kisser, especially when she gropes Pierce's bottom right back. She isn't being playful.. she just knows what she wants.
Pierce eases the wet-nurse slowly backward until she is against the wall. He hooks his hands under her backside and thighs, then lifts her up, and in a smooth motion he's slipped his studded bit inside her. Using the wall as support, he starts to make gentle, but direct, love to the spotted cat. When the kissing ends, he's looking her in the eyes and smiling. It's a gentle sort of smile, caring, loving even. Even if it's just a spur of the moment mating, Pierce always tries to make it special somehow, and for this one, it's looking in her eyes and seeing her as a person deserving of gentle pleasures.
The woman gasps, and it may be more from the eye-contact than the penetration. She's certainly content to let Pierce take charge, and waggles her ears as she meets his gaze.
Pierce's movements is firm and steady, hips punctuating each thrust with a push of her back against the wall. And he holds that eye contact, never wavering. It's the sort of gaze that, well, an official bed-mate would probably use; showing that the woman is important, something far more than a servant or household aid, at least to him.
This earns Pierce another kiss, along with arms and legs wrapping around him, and her brushy tail.. brushing against his bits. There's a very throaty purr coming from her.. something sultry in timbre.
Pierce purrs back warmly and can focus movements on more grinding rolls with the woman wrapped about him and helping manage her own weight a bit more. With one free hand, he rakes his claws through her thigh fur, not sharp enough to hurt anything, just so that they're felt. If he were asked why he's doing this, he's not sure he could even explain it ... other than he wants the woman to feel special, for at least a little bit. Her life can't be all that easy, after all, savanites are still fairly second class citizens in Babel.
The claw-brushing is returned with a shoulder biting - a playful one though. Still, wouldn't want it happening during the peak of passion, but the woman is moving her own hips in time with Pierce, not trying to control the pace at all. She's enjoying her younger lover doing things in a more mature manner.
Pierce growls softly to her when she bites; it's sort of a possessive sort of growl; like the alpha of some savannah tribe asserting his position. Not in a cruel way, but more in a protective and claiming manner. He's also in no rush, not that he can peak anytime soon anyway, as he works the nurse-maid; slow and steady. The goal is so the sensations grow and grow, like a taught band that could snap at any moment.
The growls actually cause the woman to shiver.. There's no way of knowing her past, or her fathered her children.. she might even be married, and just having fun while running her errands. But right now she could be up against a tree in the Xenean jungle, wearing some sort of native jewelry and greeting her mate back from a successful hunt.
Pierce ducks his head down, and while growling, bites around the woman's neck. This bite is careful, no damage, no significant pressure, just enough so that she feels his jaws around her neck and his teeth pressing against her skin for a few seconds. When that bite ends, he licks her from her neck, up along her chin, and then kisses her again.
There's a chirp and a shudder.. even though things have been moving at a comfortable pace, something about that just caused the wet-nurse to have a sudden peak. Maybe not a mountainous one, but certainly a precursor.
This elicits a larger growl from Pierce and his thrusts get harder and firmer, each ending with a grind of his hips. He's also nose to nose with her, looking directly in her eyes, as if challenging her to deny her place in his 'pride', as he tries to push her over an explosive cliff.
It takes a bit more work.. and getting his back clawed a bit.. to bring her to full release, but when it happens he can feel her muscles tense just before relaxing, and she's forced to pant a bit to cool off.
Pierce manages to thrust a few more times, before he peaks again too. His cool-down, though, is to dip his head down and bite around her neck again for a moment, then growls once, deeply, purrs softly, then slips out. Then he carefully lowers the woman so she can uncoil and stand on her own to feet. That ... is followed with a playful grin and a waggle of his ears.
Getting to her feet is iffy - she's had her legs up around Pierce for so long now that they're a bit wobbly. So she stays on her knees while pulling her clothing back into place. "I use you again for kitten-sitting," she signs with a wiggle of her ears.
"Of course, my spotted princess," Pierce signs down to her, then leans over and licks each of those wiggling ears. Then it's his turn to go sit in the nest and recover.
After the nurse-maid leaves and takes her daughters, Pierce is able to visit the bathroom to clean up a bit and get some much needed water, then enjoy a dreamless nap for a bit before Tulani returns. "Got you something," the Sphynx says, and tosses a ceramic coin to the cheetah.
Pierce was grateful to get cleaned up and do a good brush out, though he's still walking around naked when Tulani returns and rouses him up. He catches the tossed coin, then peers at it curiously, then up at Tulani questioningly.
It's not a shekel - it's smaller but thicker, so there's no way to confuse them - but the weight is very similar. It's also got an imprint on just one side, spelling out 'The Money Pit' and a small denomination in the center. "Thought you could save some time by taking that to be checked by a mage," Tulani says, switching to Silvanian in case of eavesdroppers (which is understandable, since the place is run by an Eeee). "If the slugs can be enchanted or whatever, you can follow up with an inspection of the airships. It's the same supplier as for the decoy coins."
Pierce's brow arches and ears splay, then he nods and signs with one hand. "Good find, this. It should he useful." he signs to her. "Have you heard anything else through your contacts?" he adds in sign, then slips in behind Tulani and reaches around to fondle the sphynx.
"Still compiling a list of who handles things, since they rotate them around," Tulani notes. "Worst case is the actual money coming in is tainted somehow, and nobody in the packing and shipping part of things is involved."
"Isn't that best case?" Pierce signs from behind Tulani. "It would clear many people from being suspected."
"Yeah, but it would be a lot easier if we could find someone," Tulani points out. "If it's coming in off the streets, there's no way to find out without a lot of mages. They could be just circulating the coins without directly using them to purchase fruit too - enough of them will end up in their coffers to work."
"That seems a little to 'chancy' to hope it worked well, and to do enough to be sure of it would be a major act, wouldn't it, and be felt by the mages here?" Pierce signs ... then licks up the back of Tulani's neck.
This causes feathers to flutter. "Well, could get my hands on a lot of random currency to test.. but maybe the mages have a simple way to do it? I don't know much about Light Magic. Or most magic."
"That's why we ask them!" Alptraum signs, then nips an ear. "And I see, I'm not alluring anymore, am I. No reactions at all."
Pierce signs
"No reactions?" Tulani asks. "My feathers are poofing out. Or were you wanting something more.. pin-you-to-the-floor?"
"I wouldn't say no..." Pierce signs and grins. "Anyway, we should get going to the mages before I get ambushed here again."
Tulani blinks at that. "So.. you aren't going to seduce me first?" she asks, just to make certain.
"You didn't seem interested," Pierce points out.
"You overlooked my reaction is all," Tulani sniffs, and crosses her arms.
"You didn't even stop talking, Or even pause slightly for that matter," Pierce counters that claim. "The woman earlier walked up to me ... and got the full savanite princess rutting treatment for it! I think you're just bored with me."
Tulani's jaw drops. "You.. I'm not!" she says. "I can talk and do other things at the same time you know.." She then glances at Pierce again, and asks, "Are you teasing me?"
"I don't know anyone who can talk and do other things when they're having someone they like trying to be flirty and feely with them," Pierce points out. "You really did seem completely disinterested. I'm not teasing or joking here. I took it as a hint to focus on the stealing matters instead."
"Well.. I'm sorry," Tulani says, looking defeated. "I guess I am a bit distracted and a little stressy. But I haven't lost interest in you. I just.. needed to feel a bit more involved before being sidetracked, I suppose."
"If you're feeling like that, then this isn't the time or place to do anything more, Pierce signs and certainly doesn't look mad or upset about it. "It'll be more fun when you don't feel so stressed and distracted. So, lets try to get you there first."
Tulani nods, and retrieves the slug so Pierce can put on his loincloth. "You can fill me in on what you've been up to too," she notes.
Pierce gets dressed quickly since he doesn't wear all that much. "I haven't been up to much. The information from Cricket hasn't been all that helpful. Everything is iffy and could be and maybe. No solid leads anywhere. So, these people are doing really good in covering their tracks. Frustrating," he signs. "Feeling pretty useless too, and not sure how to find a solid lead. We'll see what the mages come up with, but my hopes aren't high."